Blaise sighed when he sensed the change in his friend. Well, Millie had been good for him for awhile; perhaps her presence would help him bounce back as well. As much as he might wish to ask Millie for even more help with him, he wouldn't betray Draco that way.
Millie herself wasn't quite certain what to make of this new Draco, who seemed moody in a different way than she was used to. He had been very volatile during their school years, but he seemed very quiet now. It was odd. She wondered if she'd said something wrong to keep his smile dimmer now; she knew she often put her foot in her mouth, and she wouldn't be surprised if she had again.
"Next time," Millie said when Draco missed. Blaise stayed quiet, only casting him an unreadable look. He'd known a down had to come, but that didn't mean Blaise was pleased to see it.
"My turn," Blaise chirped after a moment. His own concentration was slipping, which made him miss, and Millie shook her head. She might end up winning this game out of sheer fake beginner's luck, and then where would she be?
"That sucked," she told Blaise baldly.
He made a face at her. "Kiss my arse."
"Kick it, rather," she said, tossed her head loftily, and went to take her turn at the table. Purposefully, she knocked one of Blaise's balls into a position where it would be hard for him to make a shot from most angles. "Ooops."